My Baby

I am missing my doggy today. I miss when he used to eat soap and foam up like Old Yeller all over the neighbor's mulch. I miss chasing him around the house with the dishrag. I miss singing "All Through The Night" (from Anything Goes) to him. I miss the countless tennis ball tosses in Iron Horse Park. I miss when he would come back with the ball and have snow on his nose. I miss when he would prance by all the dogs behind the fences just to make them bark. I miss him doing his only remotely obedient task: sitting for a biscuit. I miss him eating entire pizzas my himself. I miss him head-butting my door in the morning because he wanted in my room. I miss him sitting outside my door for hours waiting for me to get up. I miss him rubbing up against my bedspread and mom screaming about doghair. I miss him going crazy when santa came and brought him a bone. I miss him going crazy with the squeaky monkey. I miss him chewing on my pink slipper. I miss him grabbing ponytails. I miss him being so unbelievable excited when I walked in the room. I miss you, Chuck.